**CHAPTER 7**

Loski squinted as the sun's rays streamed through the window Melissa had opened after her business. He glanced around the room, hoping to see her somewhere, but there was no sign of her.

Beside him was a note… and his Rolex, exactly what he'd come looking for so early. He chuckled, remembering all the drama that had ensued just to get his watch back.

"Don't even think about coming this afternoon. I won't need your services again either. I've already made the transfer. Thanks for doing business. And please, leave as soon as possible."

At that moment, her phone vibrated. It was a notification from her bank wallet. She had just received a payment, and the sender was more than obvious: Melissa.

"Huh? Is he serious about this?" Loski thought.

He glanced at his watch for a second, then slipped it onto his wrist as he stood up to get dressed.

A strange mix of surprise and triumph coursed through him. On one hand, he felt he was truly building something with Melissa… sharing experiences, letting her see who he really was. There was something about her that intrigued him, as if he wanted to decipher her little by little. The problem was, the girl never ceased to amaze him.

And the good part was… that, even though the original agreement had been for four days, she was paying him in full even though they'd only spent two together. With that money, he was one step closer to getting his own place.

As he was getting dressed, Loski noticed a dried stain on his shorts. He tried to wipe it off, but then he realized what it was: dried semen hanging from his fly. Remnants of what had happened earlier with Esther.

—Well… are you in there?

Since no one answered, he assumed Melissa was in the kitchen.

Before leaving, she took one last look around the room, checking every corner to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything again.

She shrugged, put on her sandals, straightened her clothes, and walked into the living room.

But when he tried to close the door behind him… nothing.

A pull.

Two pulls.

Three pulls.

The door didn't move an inch.

"Come on, man!" Loski muttered, throwing again.

—Something's blocking it, handsome.

Loski turned around when he heard the voice.

It was Esther.

She bent down and picked up a key ring that had gotten caught between the door and the lock, preventing it from closing. Then she looked up at him.

"Mmm... it seemed pretty warm in there, wasn't it?" he joked, leaning in to kiss her lips.

Loski stepped back.

—See you another day.

And he practically fled Melissa's house.

Esther followed him with her eyes… and smiled.

After that little "test" they had had, their desire for Loski only grew stronger.

She'd never felt that connection with a casual fling like she did with him. They'd barely scratched the surface sexually, but something in her gut told her the guy had a lot to offer… and since she hadn't had any real action in months, adding him to her list while she was in London didn't sound bad at all.

When he entered the room, the front door was already closed. Loski was gone.

Esther walked towards the kitchen.

"Honey, what happened? Why didn't you wait for breakfast?" he asked, hoping that nothing had gone wrong.

Melissa, who was biting into a sausage, replied with complete calm:

—Nothing. He did his part. I told him I wouldn't need his services anymore, I paid him, and I sent him on his way.

"And what area is it from?" Esther asked as she pulled up a chair and stole a piece of sausage.

Melissa gave him a look that said *“Are you kidding me?”* so intense that anyone would have understood the message.

—Esther, the boy is twenty years old. Look for your fish elsewhere, girl.

And she shrugged, making it clear that she wasn't going to give away a single clue.

Silence fell between the two for almost a minute.

Esther fiddled with the spoon inside her cup while she nibbled on her bagel, but inside it was boiling hot.

"He's twenty... and you actually took him to bed?"

She wanted to respond, but swallowed the comment.

Instead, he forced a smile.

A thousand things were going through his head, but one stood out above all others: Loski.

And if Melissa wasn't going to give him her contact information... then he'd have to find another way to get it.

"I'm going to the bathroom... and then maybe I'll take a nap," Esther said, finishing the last sip of tea before going to her room.

"Do whatever you want, bestie," Melissa replied from the sink, ready to wash the dishes.

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Melissa had never felt so horny as she did that afternoon.

Earlier, after cooking and taking a shower, she had settled on the sofa to watch a movie, but lost interest after a few minutes.

Then he went to his room with the idea of ​​sleeping, like Esther… but he had no luck there either.

For some reason that even she didn't understand, she spent hours tossing and turning in bed.

He would sometimes get up to turn on the air conditioning.

conditioned.

Other times he would play with Hector.

And when he left, she grabbed her phone to keep going…